You are in creating new treads in the patterns of my brain. The shoes that you wear leave impressions of memories in the snow blanketed parts of my mind previous untouched. Footprints over the top of ...

Thoughts of you lap at my brain making me miss your words. My ears ring at not rubbing against your lullaby laugh.

Winter came in Autumn, I wrapped her in warmth like noodles around the plastic forks she used at lunch every day at work. But she couldn’t figure me out.